"Hoffman-HomeForChristmas" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hoffman Abbie)

"On Christmas Eve?"

He raised his eyebrows. "Are you one of Santa's elves, or something?"

She laughed.

"For an elf, you look like you could use a shower," he said.

"Even for a human I could."

He fished the toothbrush out of his breast pocket and handed it to her. "Magic
wand," he said.

"Thanks." She laid it on the table and drank some cocoa. She was so full from
dinner that she wasn't hungry anymore, but the chocolate was enticing.

"All those things were really moving around in the kitchen, weren't they?" he
said

"Yes," she said.

"Is the kitchen haunted?"

"Kind of."

"I never noticed it before."

She drank more cocoa. Didn't need other peoples' memories at the moment; making
one of her own. She wasn't sure yet whether she'd want to keep this one or not.

Jim said, "Can you point to something and make it do what you want?"

"No."

"Just try it. I dare you. Point to that cane and make it dance." He waved toward
a tall vase standing by the front door. It held several umbrellas and a wooden
cane carved with a serpent twisting along its length.

"That's silly," she said.

"I've always, always wished I could move things around with my mind. It's been
my secret dream since I was ten. Please do it."

"But I --" Frustrated, she set her mug on the table, but not before the coaster
slid beneath it.

"See, look!" He lifted his mug, put it down somewhere else. His coaster didn't
seem to care.